Fix your sister's fairy

Luo Yu came to the door in a few jumps, and he kicked at the wooden door without hesitation, as long as he escaped, everything was possible!

The moment Luo Yu raised his foot, a fiery aura approached his back! Luo Yu didn't even have time to react, and a burning pain exploded in his back in an instant!

"Fire Talisman, damn it, it's a waste of my capital to kill you. Fan Jin scolded and threw away the dimly lit rune paper in his hand, and walked to Luo Yu, who had fallen to the ground in front of the door, with scorched skin behind him.

Walking in front of Luo Yu, Fan Jin sneered and kicked the Luo family's head, "You don't lose money if you die under the talisman, this talisman cost me a low-grade spirit stone to find, do you know how many new people I exploited to get so many spirit stones?"

"But it's also worth ......" Fan Jin turned around and glanced at the wide attic, "Such a good house and location are also worth it, and this business is not a loss." "

"Bang!!"

Just when Fan Jin turned to look at the house, Luo Yu on the ground suddenly burst out, and Zhenshan Fist used it again! Enduring the inhuman pain, Luo Yu punched the chest of the monk closest to him, and the huge force directly pierced the monk's chest, and his heart turned into blood foam and stuck on the wall, and he couldn't live.

"What?!" Fan Jin suddenly turned around and looked at Luo Yu, who was supposed to die under the talisman, his eyes cracked.

Luo Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, and the pain in his back and right hand made him almost faint, but he forcibly stabilized his mind under the pressure of death. If it weren't for the difference in the cultivation techniques he cultivated, which made his physical fitness several times higher than that of ordinary monks, he would have died under this fireball a long time ago.

But now it seems that the oil has run out, and now there are still Fan Jin and a monk of the third layer of the Extraordinary Stage, and he is powerless to return to the sky.

Watching the furious Fan Jin smash his fist into his head, Luo Yu felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart, is it necessary to explain here in this life.

Time seemed to stand still, Fan Jin's fist became slower and slower in Luo Yu's eyes, and Luo Yu suddenly felt that the world was much clearer, every cold hair on Fan Jin's fist was clearly visible, and Fan Jin's originally angry but frightened pupils slowly revealed out.

In Fan Jin's black and white pupils, Luo Yu saw a slit on his forehead, and a blood-red and hideous pupil was exposed to the air!

"This is ......" Luo Yu found that Fan Jin's movements had really slowed down in his eyes, and even the whole world had slowed down, as if someone had pressed the slow forward button, and everything was slowing down at three times the speed.

Luo Yu moved his body with all his might, causing Fan Jin's fist to rub his cheek and hit the door behind him.

"Boom!" the attic door was shattered with a punch, and if this punch hit Luo Yu in the face, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"You...... Your eyes. Fan Jin looked at the scarlet vertical eyes on Luo Yu's forehead with some horror, "Monster! You are an evil cultivator!"

The current Luo Yu really looks like an evil cultivator, his body is dripping with blood, his pupils are congested, and the most terrifying thing is the hideous third eye on his forehead.

"Evil cultivators? I'm not. Luo Yu looked at Fan Jin and hissed and said, "But I can guarantee you, my good friend, your death under my hands is not much worse than that under the hands of evil cultivators." "

"It's just a two-story period. Fan Jin's anger drove away his fear, and he shouted angrily to the monk beside him, "Haizi, come with me!"

The remnant monk in the attic, known as Haizi, trembled all over, glanced at Fan Jin, nodded, and pounced on Luo Yu.

Luo Yu calmly looked at the two people who pounced like wolves, in his eyes, all the movements were split into slow motion, and then he just needed to dodge step by step.

"Left and right, left and right, down and up......," Luo Yu muttered a few words, under the angry gaze of Fan Jin and Haizi, his strange position dodged all attacks, squatted to dodge Fan Jin's whip leg, clenched his fist, and slammed into Fan Jin's jaw.

"Bang!" Fan Jin flew up like a battering ram, his head was directly stuck on the ceiling, and the whole person struggled on the ceiling like hanging, and stopped moving after a while.

"Don't ...... Don't kill me, monster!" the last remaining monk was stunned by the scene, and he stepped back and tried to escape from the attic bypassing Roch, but Rocho didn't give him a chance.

After catching his breath for two seconds, Luo Yu rushed forward without the slightest hesitation, his fist clenched and slammed into the monk's head.

Rao was frightened, but the cultivation of the third layer of the Mortal Stage was still there, and the mana was poured into his fist, and the monk named Haizi turned into anger and punched hard.

But this thunderous blow was still as slow as a snail in Luo Yu's eyes, Luo Yu bent his knees and the whole person sank, and at the last moment, he brushed the attacking fist and then slammed a heavy fist into the heart of the enemy in front of him.

"Bang. Under Luo Yu's gaze, the monk spat out blood and did not die, not because the monk's realm was profound, but because Luo Yu was now exhausted, and the strength of his fists was not as strong as before.

Luo Yu's blow was successful, and the monk who was beaten and vomited blood immediately counterattacked, and an elbow hit Luo Yu's temple.

"Slow...... "Slow down" Luo Yu dodged the blow and kicked the monk in front of him with another high kick, sending it flying in the air.

"Zhenshan...... Punch!" In the face of explosive pain, Luo Yu used the Zhenshan Fist for the third time, each muscle trembling with great power accumulated in his arm, pushing his fist towards the enemy in front of him.

"Bang!" There was no suspense, a punch exploded in the chest, flesh splattered against the wall, and the fourth monk died!

Without the slightest relaxation, he turned back and walked to the gatekeeper, who was still moaning, the first monk whose hand he had broken.

"Don't ...... Don't kill me. "

Luo Yu indifferently raised his left hand and slammed it on the monk's facial features, and after a moment's pause, he raised his hand again and slammed it down, and five punches in a row would eventually explode the watermelon's head.

For a moment, the attic fell into dead silence.

Luo Yu took two steps back slightly, fell to the ground and gasped violently, cold sweat oozing out of money, he wanted to faint like this, the heart-rending pain from his right hand and back made him nervous.

The smell of blood filled the attic, and the slanting sun outside the window reflected a scarlet beautiful glow on the blood.

Dusk melts the world's former colors in harmony, and the gore in the attic seems completely out of tune, but it is there.

"The path of cultivating immortals...... Luo Yu touched a little of the blood that flowed on the ground and I don't know whose it was, "It's still long...... How could I die here. "

At the top of the mountain, a man glanced at the attic at the bottom of the hill and turned to leave.